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WARTHEMATICS The road to war a reserved grave. The beginning of it, a hell aforementioned. Household goes to firm with the best anticipation of celestial ascension above. Pick three to make two, bury wit, never to mar chew. Beat from the heart The very voice to define Riffle’s **** can’t be so dumb ! Not to be mistaken as a strong explosion on the Sahara Whining of the Babies send a gravy message All is read in silence, even in seconds Paths, so crowdy like no Adam was ever made Pests, Lizards overthrow the market around, Roads are best ridden by goats Scary heartbeats dominate the atmosphere Ever befitting chorus, Remains the sweet songs from Guns. Eye above lost counts of Donts Does seem scarce like the touch of Saint in Gommorah If it lasts more than months, You will miss the look of your Edifices to bulldozed yards The bests you cherish now lay in pieces, If not far gone become a story If you still tell the stories, Let’s meet on the alter next Sunday All ! In the Art of War.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
WARTHEMATICs
WARTHEMATICS The road to war a reserved grave. The beginning of it, a hell aforementioned. Household goes to firm with the best anticipation of celestial ascension above. Pick three to make two, bury wit, never to mar chew. Beat from the heart The very voice to define Riffle’s **** can’t be so dumb ! Not to be mistaken as a strong explosion on the Sahara Whining of the Babies send a gravy message All is read in silence, even in seconds Paths, so crowdy like no Adam was ever made Pests, Lizards overthrow the market around, Roads are best ridden by goats Scary heartbeats dominate the atmosphere Ever befitting chorus, Remains the sweet songs from Guns. Eye above lost counts of Donts Does seem scarce like the touch of Saint in Gommorah If it lasts more than months, You will miss the look of your Edifices to bulldozed yards The bests you cherish now lay in pieces, If not far gone become a story If you still tell the stories, Let’s meet on the alter next Sunday All ! In the Art of War.
adesumbo
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adesumbo
Nigerian
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
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